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Cars, yes and trucks,
Sleek ones, fat ones,
Shapes that maybe haven't been thought of yet.
With really no where to go !
Should this insanity be the acceptance,
Of what I really know.
For I am a man of contradictions myself!
Should I have all power and authority?
Simply a side effect of my wealth!
I shall tend to think not,
For tis the woman, who holds the keys to the universe.
So onward with forced content, a certain solace my destiny,
Humbled by the simplicity, of penning the verse.
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